Luyện nghe bài hát Sweet Dreams

Murder, murder, nigga
Murder, murder, bitch

People say I remind them of
Myers, rippin' niggas up with pliers I'm psycho
Smash 'em with the on, KILL 'EM
Then hit the freeway gas and pass you niggas, my tank filled up with
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me I was dead broke
A bum sleepin' on a park bench with to smoke
I would ask can I just take a toke
And everyone of you would all try to get ghost

And now all the sudden wanna act like they my best friend
Roll up for the shows and free bottles of Hen'
You can find a nigga with a up in the back
And that's some I ain't fuckin' with
Drunk with a big pump, to sin
Hit a with the one-two like I'm Popeye off spinach
Always the one poppin' it out, stop till I'm finished
Bogart, I go hard, these niggas think they so hard
I reach up in they soul and make 'em me they limits

Walkin' like a scene from your nightmare, I'm right
With a chainsaw, you look like you saw a ghost
Everybody and they motherfuckin' know, I will go
All up into spot and be doin' the most
Bloodstains when the slugs came, nigga, silverback shit
get my rocks off when the sawed off's just killin' shit
Black venomous, hangin' like an orangutan
Bangin' all you with this silverback gorilla shit

Ugly as but I'm a doctor with this wordplay
Annoying as them niggas in malls you for surveys (surveys)
Run up in you and hit you in the way
And I don't really give a shit if it's motherfuckin' birthday
Never gave a fuck though, I'm cutthroat, leanin'
People comin' at me for the new shit, they fiendin'
your daydreamin'
Twisted ready to hit your muthafucking brain up, I am the Last Demon!

I am the Demon!